Whisper

Title: Whisper
Rated: NC 17
Summary: Based on eruwen310780 's wonderful piece, 'Whisper' http://eruwen310780.livejournal.com/35777.html#cutid1 Jack might seem like a rough, free loading and vain man, but when it comes to me he has the softest touch, the softest whisper.
Note: I've been wanting to do a POV story for awhile now. They are just so fun to do!!! This story is in Elizabeth's POV. (Pssst... I hope you like it, eruwen310780!!!)
I hope you enjoy it... I think they ending is a bit off, personally...
http://dp-archive.livejournal.com/11946.html
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WHISPER

Despite what some people in Port Royal still think, my lover isn’t the Commodore. Nor is it the shy yet passionate blacksmith. No, that life I left behind. I’m glad I did. All those frilly lace dresses and tea stained gloves? No, it was not for me. I hated waking up in the morning and nothing to do, nowhere to go, only learning etiquette and sewing. I have always dreamt of going out on sea, dreamt of waking up every morning and feeling the sea spray on my face. I dreamt of pirates.

When I was twelve, I found a book in my father's study. It was of pirates. The book contained details of what pirate deeds had done recently in the Caribbean. What interested me the most was this one man - this one pirate. He had the most charges; however can one man be convicted of all these crimes, and not yet be twenty five years of age?

In my dreams, I dreamt of meeting a pirate and not just any pirate; but this one.

To say I was interested about this pirate would be an understatement. That book, which I misappropriated, contained descriptions of him. He had been described as tall, but not the tallest, dark hair, messy with one bead tied in it. Clothes were dishevelled and similar to that of a merchant sailor. There was a rather crude picture of him, looking clean-shaven and gentleman-like.

But I had decided that that was not how he looked like.

I was infatuated by him; I had envisioned him in my head and in my head, he was a tall, dark handsome man, but not your typical suitor. He was tanned, and smelled off distant lands. His eyes were harder to imagine. Would his eyes that unnatural glint that spoke of treasure he had seen? Would they hold pain of the life that he had or would they speak of the freedom that he experienced? He was a pirate so it would be natural, but he seemed to be much, much more than that. He sacked Nassau without firing a single shot; he dressed up as a clergyman so he could peek up nun's skirts and marry his friends. This was not typical actions of a pirate; no, this man was special.

Over time I began thinking of him as my pirate. I'd dream of him, dreamt of a ship pulling into harbour and a man jumping out onto the dock. He would ignore all who spoke to him, and come straight to the mansion, just to get me. You have to forgive me as I was only fifteen at the time when I started imagining this; but in my dream he would always come into my bedroom, swing me up in his arms and carry me over to the window. Once on the windowsill, he would kiss me, and we would jump into the harbour.

But they were merely adolescent dreams; there was absolutely no way possible that Captain Jack Sparrow would come just for me. It was not the way things worked in the world; in my world least of all. No, in my world the Commodore proposed to me, and I fell off the fort’s parapet. Not a pirate coming to swish me away.

When I fell, I recall saying "I can't breathe". I don’t recall much else apart from that and the thought: I'm falling.

The next thing I knew I was staring up into my captain's face. I thought I was in another dream, he looked exactly how I pictured him, save for the beaded beard and the braid. When I saw him reaching down, I thought he was going to caress my cheek and kiss me, like he did so many times before in my mind. Instead, he grabbed the medallion I wore around my neck and looked at it inquisitively.

That was when I noticed his eyes. They were a deep brown, open and yet closed. He seemed finicky, like he was debating on ripping off my necklace or not. We were disturbed, however, when the Commodore rushed up to us. That never happened in my dreams before, so I knew I was awake. l gasped; my pirate was here! No, not my pirate, he didn't even know me! But he saved me...

The next time I truly got to see him, it was on an island. I was upset with him because he was willing to trade Will's life for a ship, a stupid bloody ship!! I was close to punching him, my fist clenched a couple of times. He looked down at me with his brown eyes, annoyance behind them, and kept walking away from me. No one, NO ONE walks away from me!!! I knew I was getting him aggravated, but I no longered care. I was wearing my underdress, my hair was dishevelled, and I was bootless. I no longer cared what he thought, I just wanted to let him know that at that moment, I hated him.

That night, however, it was different. We were chummy, dare I say we became friends? We danced around a fire, no inhibitions at all, and I taught him a song. That night we spoke of freedom, and he told me that he would take me "... anywhere we want to go, we'll go!" I hardly knew this man, and he included me in his future plans. I was beginning to warm up to him, and rested my head on his shoulder. I trusted him. Stupid, I know, very daft but in that moment I no longer cared. No one ever included me in anything, and here he was saying things like "...the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main!" I became fond of him, fond of the memory.

Of course, he tried to bed me, but I went against that. I didn't mind, really, I wasn't to upset. He was drunk, and he never got violent or pushed. Instead, he tried again to kiss me but I held my bottle out. And he got the hint, and backed off a bit. In fact, he drank himself to sleep. I was a bit upset, I wanted more attention; but I was disgusted on how a man can drink so much of this vile rum! How can- I stood up, and swayed. I giggled to myself, and sat back down.

Oh. That's why men drank rum. I laid down on the sand, next to my pirate, and fell asleep, the smell of fire and the prescence of Jack to soothe me. I awoke a couple hours later, Jack still sleeping, and burned the rum. I had to. I woke up next to a pirate, and the posh side of me was yelling at me in my head. I wanted to silence it, but I couldn't. Every time I am near Jack I let my gaurd down. The Commodore rescued us; and I turned him away later on.

I swore I would never let him get to me again, but then I was forced to board his ugly ship again. I had to, I wanted to save my fiancee. My pirate and I became closer, we stood so close next to each other our bodies were practically touching. I knew he just wanted to grab me, throw me to the ground and have his way with me, it's the sort of thing a pirate would do. But not Jack. Gentle tones, gentle touches, all like whispers. He was whispering to me, telling me all the things we could do together, and he was doing this without moving his lips. The way he looked at me, the way he smiled and talked to me, there were always whispers of what could happen.

I remember kissing him, our first kiss. At first he tasted smokey, but his lips were soft and his tongue was wrestling with mine and... it felt good, but... I felt whole. But I could not enjoy it as much as I wanted to. I had to kill him, I had to flee away from the monster. He was dragging me in, forcing me to think on what I wanted most. The Kracken did not help matters either.

I felt guilt, more guilt then I could ever imagine. The whispers stayed in my head, he was everywhere. I looked into the faces of his crew, I can see him; every thing we talked about was Jack. I could not get him out of my head, I realized that I killed the man I loved. But what of my fiancee? We were hardly lovers. We were just fooling ourselves.

I felt no remorse when Will came up to me and asked if we should break our engagement. I said that I no longer cared. We ended on bad terms, but we hardly spoke. I noticed him, staring at me when we were on deck, but he no longer came up to me and talked to me. I wanted Jack, I wanted my pirate back. I wanted to see those eyes, I wanted the whispers to sound again, I wanted to kiss him again.

When we got him back, he seemed like himself, but something was off. He kept his back to the wall, never talked to me. I felt horrible, and alone. It was sad. What made me feel worse, however, was when I wasn't around him. I felt something on my back, and whenever I turned around I saw him staring at me. His eyes would be open, and full of hurt- possibly longing? But as soon as I locked eyes with him, his brown eyes turned dark and he would look away.

For weeks, it was like this. He never talked directly to me, if we were in a meeting, he made sure I was on the other side of the room. I left him alone, I never tried to push him into forgiving me. If he wanted to, that was his decision.

I knew he wanted me, however. One night, I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking of him. I walked by his cabin, knowing I couldn't get in, but thinking of the man inside. It comforted me slightly, being more close to him. I heard him whisper in the cabin, and curiosity got the best of me. I peeked in, and saw him hunched over the desk, his arm making jerking movements. He was gasping, and sweating, and every once in awhile I heard him moan my name. He still wanted me.

With this knowledge, I smiled and went back to bed.

It wasn't until awhile later, while Jack and I were at the Bretheren, that anything happened. His father looked at his son, then me, and asked very plainly and very loudly:

"Did ye mount her yet?"

Jack blushed, grumbled no, and pushed me into the meeting chamber. I was giggling a bit, I thought his father and Jack's reaction was hilarious. His father asked me, politely, if he can sit next to me at the meeting. I smiled and granted him the permission.

"So, why are ye wid me son?"

"Oh, well, I am traveling with him. We were kind of thrusted into this situation-"

"Did he try anything?"

"Excuse me?"

"Me son. Jack. If he forced himself on you, I know full well how to make him a eunuch."

"Father."

"Son." He ignored Jack and turned his attention back to me.

I smiled, I was charmed by Elder Sparrow, as I came to call him. He suggested Poppa Sparrow, but Jack scoffed. "Not much of a 'poppa'." So we settled for Elder Sparrow.

It wasn't until after the long, boring meeting where old men bickered and threatened to shoot everyone, that Elder Sparrow talked to me again.

"I noticed the way me son looked at ya. Did ye know he likes ya?"

I blushed. "I do."

"I noticed the way ye looked at me son. Dare I ask, is the feeling mutual?"

"Most probably."

Elder Sparrow grasped my shoulder, and pulled me close. He whispered in my ear, something I will never forget. "Just remember: It is no matter what anyone thinks of ye. No matter if people desire ya, no matter that people will look down upon ya. Ye be yerself, ya go 'bout your day, he'll come. Me son is noted for caging himself, someding his dear mother taught him. Wait 'til his gaurd is down, move in. Ye know...

... a pirate's greatest vexation is love."

I smiled at Elder Sparrow, and gave him a peck on the cheek. Jack was waiting for me at the door, to lead me to my room, when Elder Sparrow called out:

"Jackson!" Jack groaned and looked over, and I dared a glance. Elder Sparrow smirked, and made a rude gesture with his hands. "Mount her!"

Jack rolled his eyes and groaned, and pushed me, laughing, into the hall.

In truth, it was what I wanted. I have longed to know the touch of a man, and more often lately, I wanted to know the touch of Captain Jack Sparrow. I could not know, now, because I knew he was mad at me. "Did ye know he likes ya?"

"Jack?"

"Elizabeth?"

"Do you..." I blushed, he never looked at me. I was staring at his profile, trying to keep up with his long strides. "Do you like me?"

He scoffed. "In what way, Miss Swann?"

I should have been more obvious. Asked him.

"Do you... I mean... want to..." I looked nervously up at him, we had stopped moving and he was staring at me with question in his eyes. "... bed me?"

Jack's eyes turned soft for a moment, and shuffled a bit in his spot. I caught him when he let his gaurd down, and I was going to full well use it to my advantage. Jack, in the meantime, took one step closer to me.

"Not today."

"But you want to, don't you?" I asked, my voice low. I didn't want anyone else to hear what I was asking. "Want me?"

Jack took another step closer. I gasped, and parted my lips when his face was an inch away from mine. "Yes. Alright? One day I would love to know how your body is like, I want to feel it move with mine. But not today. Today I look at you, and still feel the coldness clink around me wrist."

My mind was still reeling from the sudden closeness, and he wasn't moving away. He was waiting for me to speak, but I could only look at his lips. "I ... I am sorry."

Jack laughed. "Ye think that it is going to make it better?"

"No... I ... I don't know what will." I sighed, and looked up at him in his dark eyes. I could see myself in them, and my breathing hitched. He wanted me. "I... just..."

"Do ye want me?" Jack smirked. "Is that what this is all about? Ye just want a tumble, and ye think I'd be willing to jump at the chance?"

"No... I wanted to know how you felt about me."

Jack laughed. "Save your virginity for someone who actually feels something for you."

"This is not about that."

"Then why didn't you ask me my true feelings for you in the beginning?"

"I ... didn't think of it."

Jack pointed at me, and took a step back. "See? That is the problem with you high class women- no, women in general. Jest ask. Don't play games with us. What do ye want to know? Ye want to know how I feel for you?"

I didn't answer. It was obvious that is what I wanted. He grunted, and pointed at a door. "There's yer room. I will pick you up after breakfast tomorrow and escort ye to the meeting again."

I huffed and marched to the door, going to pull it open. Just when I got an inch open, it closed again, and I looked to my right. There was an arm there, Jack's arm, he closed the door on me!

"I love you. Alright? Happy?" I gasped, and he dropped his arm. He walked away in a gruff, and called over his shoulder roughly at me: "Good night. Lizzie."

"Jack!" I called out, and he stopped and turned to me. He looked at me, and I looked from him to the door of my room. I knew what I wanted, and I knew what he wanted, and I didn't want anything to come between us now. He got out his anger, I got my questions answered, I wanted him.

Jack looked from the door to me, and turned his back. I frowned. He stopped after a few steps and turned around, and practically ran back to me.

"Bugger it. Get inside." He said, already holding onto my waist, his fingers pinching and squeezing and it felt good. I fumbled, trying to push the door open but met with a force. Jack chuckled, and pulled the door open for me.

"Oh."

"Get inside. Now." Jack ordered, and followed me inside.

Once inside the room, Jack turned into a gentle man. He touched me softly, caressed my hair and kissed my lips with ease. Everywhere he touched burned, but soothed, and I wanted more. He sensed that, and pulled me so close our abdomens were touching. I yelped a little when I felt his gun poke me- his actual gun. He looked down, look at me apologetically, and undid both of his belts. They dropped to the ground, and he decided to discard his sash also.

He looked at me. I looked at him. I had no idea what he wanted me to do.

"I got rid of stuff..." He said, looking me up and down.

Oh. Oh! I quickly reached up and took of my hat, and undid my own belt. He pulled me close once the belt hit ground and smothered me in another kiss. It felt so good, his beard scratching against my chin. His hands began exploring again, moving to my waist and undoing a pants button there. I gasped when I felt my breeches slide down my legs, and Jack smirked at me.

"Relax, luv. Not going to hurt you." He whispered, and touched my thighs. I shuddered, feeling his fingers itch their way up my leg and near a place I let no other man touch before.

I bit my lip against the groan in my throat, and Jack chuckled in my ear.

"No need to be silent, pet."

He continued to touch me, rub his fingers where I needed him most, and I shuddered. His lips caressed my neck, and I thought I would die. It was amazing, this was a wonderful feeling. He chuckled against my throat, and lightly suckled on my flesh. I suddenly felt bad, here I was getting all this attention, and and he was getting nothing. So, boldy, I cupped his hardness... I wanted to know what it felt like.

Jack moaned, and rocked against my hand. Apparently, I did a good thing. I kept a firm grip on it, and Jack pushed against my palm a couple of more times before stopping and smirking at me. I smiled at him, feeling a strange sort of power. It was addicting, I liked- no, loved it.

"You do that to me." Jack's eyes lowered, and he brushed his lips against mine. "For months now, Lizzie."

"That look like it hurts."

"Aye. A searing pain in me chest." Jack lowered his lips to mine, and gave me the gentlest kiss imaginable. It really was not even a kiss, more just touching, but he continued it until he grabbed my hands and rested them at the bottom of his vest. "Ye know what to do, Lizzie girl."

I did. I fumbled around with the first button a bit, but as soon as it slipped through the hole, Jack smiled at me and I continued. It became easier, and I am afraid I got to excited, for when I pulled the vest off of him there was a tiny ripping sound. He look offended!

"Oh! I'm sorry!" At Jack's hurt face, I became worried. "I am really sorry, Jack..."

"That's it." Jack shook his head and turned to the door. "I'm leaving!"

"What? NO!"

Jack sniggered and turned around again, and in three strides he was at my side.

"Afraid that I might leave?"

"...maybe?" I looked nervous, but Jack laughed. "Not funny."

"I find it hilarious, love... now..." Jack gently grabbed my hand and began to gently lead me to the small bunk. Could it fit two people? Then I noticed something.

"Jack, I lost my pants..."

Jack chuckled, and whispered in my ear: "That's the idea, luv."

"No... I meant..." I didn't know what I meant. I was beginning to feel nervous now, with every step I took towards the bunk.

This was it. If I lay down on that bunk, I would get up from it a changed woman. I was not going to leave that rack a virgin! And my breathing raced, my heart beated faster... I had no idea why I felt so nervous! I wanted this, oh, I wanted this, but now that it was to happen, I had no idea what to do!

What if I mess up? What if Jack tires of me before the end and leaves? What if Jack laughs at me at the end? What if this is just a joke, a chance to bed me and then brag to his friends? What if... I wasn't good at it?

I had no idea what to do, all I knew was that Jack... slid into me, somehow, and then I would feel pain. My father never talked to me on this, and my mother died to young in order to tell me! The nurses tried to tell me once, before my wedding to William, but my father over heard us and told us to quit our conversation.

I had to ask questions, and I hoped that Jack would not laugh at me.

"Jack, how... how does it... what does it feel like?"

Jack smiled at me before sitting down on the rack and playing with my shirt strings. "Feels like heaven, love." he whispered.

"And... will it hurt?" I asked, allowing him to take my shirt off and stare at me.

"For a moment..." his eyes grew dark and he looked at me hungrily. Then his voice dropped to a whisper: "Oh god... so beautiful..."

The next thing I knew, my back was on a soft blanket and I was looking up in Jack's dark face. He lowered his lips to my neck, gently kissing a path down to my chest. I let my head roll to the side, and felt Jack make his way back up to my lips, which he seized and kissed softly.

Jack might seem like a rough, free loading and vain man, but when it comes to me he has the softest touch, the softest whisper. I felt my body explode in a heat, a heat I have never felt before. I felt something poke my thigh, and looked down to see that somehow, Jack had removed his breeches.

Oh.

Jack then gave me a kiss, and probed at my entrance.

Oh.

I felt him slide an inch into me, and I tightened. It felt... I don't know... odd? Strange?

Oh!

"Shh... luv, relax... can't move if ye don't relax..." Jack whispered in my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms.

I tried. I really tried. I thought about what Jack and I were about to do, I thought about what I was suppose to do... But I had no idea what to do!!

"Jack... I can't!"

"Yes, ye can, luv."

"But..." I felt close to tears, here we were, and I couldn't! "... I don't know what to do! I'm scared that I'll-"

Jack chuckled, and finished my question for me. "-mess it up? Shhh.... I'll talk you through it. Now..."

I gasped when I felt his thumb press against me, rubbing in small tight circles. I felt the delicious warmth rush through me again; and Jack sunk another inch deeper.

"Tha's it... I'll keep doing this if ye keep relaxing..." Jack whispered, his voice heavy with want. "... jest relax. Let me in... I promise you'll like it..."

Oh.

"I feel your maidenhead. This might hurt... I want you to look at me."

I locked eyes with him and looked at him nervously. He smiled at me. He kissed me lightly on the lips, and I sighed against his. I felt him move, pushing against something... it didn't seem like it would give easily....

Oh.... oh...

The next thing I knew, I felt like I was being ripped in two. The pain was unbearable; I screamed, and tried to push it out. Jack hissed in my ear, cursed, and took a deep breath.

OW!

"Jezzis Christ... Lizzie, relax, yer crushing me!!"

"I can't! Please, Jack, take it out!!"

"Can't... 'm already in, and besides, wouldn't do no good..." Jack moaned in my ear, and I felt my body sort of morph around him. "... jest relax... oh god... relax, and I'll stay for a bit... relax, take yer- oooohhh, time..."

I could hear Jack breathing hard against my neck, felt his thumb move tirelessly against my sex. It made my pain ease slightly, and I felt more of him inside of me. He felt... weird. And I think I might have said so out loud, because I heard him laugh.

"Ye'll get use to it..."

"Oh..." I closed my eyes and concentrated on what was happening, what was going to happen. I heard Jack gasp in my ear, felt him slide a little out. It felt... nice, actually... and I wanted more, all of the sudden.

"Jack..."

"Oh luv... ah..." Jack moaned in my ear, and slowly pushed back in. I made a squeak- a half squeak, really, but he paused for a second and asked me: "Do ye still hurt?"

"No... please... what do I do?"

"Fer now... jest... oh god...yes ..." Jack pulled out again and pushed back in.

It seems like I was not going to get my answer soon. He did the same motion again, and I felt myself stretch to accomodate him. It still felt odd, having something like ... like that inside of me, but it started to become enjoyable. I felt him inside of me, hitting a spot that I didn't even know existed. He took short, shallow thrusts, as if he was preparing me for something. He was so sweet, going slow and whispering endearments in my ears. Then I moaned, suddenly, startling me, and Jack chuckled.

"Glad ye finally decided to join in, Lizzie... perfectly normal..." Jack groaned against my ear again, and pushed a little deeper inside of me. I lifted my hips up, hoping to have more of him, and I realized I did something right because he gasped and whispered: "Do that again... move with me, Lizzie..."

"Oh, Jack..."

My body seemed to take over, I began thrusting against him, moving with him as he went just a bit faster. From where we were intimately met to my gut, I started to feel a warmth, that bursted into flames as Jack whispered in my ear:

"Tell me you love me."

"Jack..."

"Just say it, just once..."

I gasped, and clutched onto Jack's back as I felt my body spasm a little under his actions. On it's own, my left leg went up and wrapped around his waist. I liked this sensation so much, that I wrapped my right around his waist also. He seemed to push in deeper, if he could go any deeper, but I loved this because now he was close to me... he was literally laying on top of me, and the feeling of our bodies rubbing together... Oh god, I loved it...

"Oh... damn... Jack, I-!"

Jack growled in my ear, spurring the fire in my body, and whispered roughly:

"You love me. Say it."

"Jack, I... I..."

This should be so easy!! How many times before did I tell Will that I loved him, and how many times did I not care who heard it? Was I ... ashamed? Did I love Jack? This was... I don't know what this was... but I didn't want him to stop, so I blurted out:

"Yes! I love you, Jack... oh..."

and hoped that I still meant it when it was over. Not that it stopped me from enjoying what was happening, it was... wonderful. Exhilerating. I felt free, like Jack had just broken all attatchments to my older life, and I could embrace what I wanted.

I heard Jack laugh in my ear, the laugh turning into a low moan, and he gripped my hips. Was that it? Was it over? How do you know when it was over? Then he rolled over so he was underneath, and I was sitting on top of him. My chest was on his, and we locked eyes for a moment. Then he thrusted up, and I gasped and closed my eyes.

He still had a hold on my hips, and made it so I was sitting up on top. He thrusted up again, making me bounce, and I moaned.

"Jack... what...?"

"Just bounce love... I'll help..."

I did what he told me, and soon we both found a comfortable speed. Jack stared up at me as if in awe; even commented me on my breasts, which were bouncing along with each thrust. He sat up, still helping me move, and brought his lips to my chest, kissing and suckling.

"Lizzie... Lizzie..." he chanted under his breath, touching me everywhere. His hands roved over my back, up over my shoulders, back down my sides to my hips, which he grabbed and thrusted harder up into me.

Then I felt all that heat, the dizzying effects, break and make me stiff. Jack hissed as I tightened myself around him, feeling him still moving inside of me. The feeling that I felt, I could not put into words, so I just screamed out whatever entered my mind in it's state of pleasure.

"OH! JACK! Oh god, yes... Jack! JACK!" I moaned loudly, and felt him push himself inside of me one more time before whispering my name and finishing also.

We sat up for a few moments, my sweaty forehead resting against his, and breathed heavily.

Jack smirked at me and muttered: "Right pro you are. No mistakes."

I smiled, and laughed a bit. I felt exhausted, all of the sudden. My limbs felt heavy, and for a second I thought that I might be crushing Jack. He, on the other hand, held me close, and ghosted his lips over mine.

"Still love me?" he asked, smirking, but still showing a sign of nervousness.

I thought about it for a second. Let's see... I think about this man constantly, I felt concern for this man, hell- I just made love to him! Was that love? I wasn't sure... because at the same time, I wanted to rip this man's throat out when he was acting daft...

I sighed. I did not love Jack.

I was in love with Jack.

Which, are two very different things.

"No..." I whispered, smiling. For a second, Jack look hurt, and angry. "...I'm in love with you."

He smiled, and grabbed my lips in a kiss before helping me gently off his lap and onto the rack. Since it was so small, he laid on the bottom, and I got comfortable on his chest. We fell asleep soon, soothed by the lingering smell of our lovemaking and the warmth of our bodies together. The next morning, we exchanged some rather heated kisses before cleaning up and running to the meeting... which we were late for.

I sat on Jack's side, while he sat next to his father. Elder Sparrow looked over at as, our hair dishevelled and our flushed cheeks. And he smiled proudly.

"You mounted her! Oh, my son!" He clapped Jack on the back, who just groaned and rolled his eyes, wishing that there weren't a hundred plus eyes on him. Elder Sparrow just sounded proud. "My son."

"Father, please..." Jack begged, trying hard not to blush.

I just sat back and smiled, my hand resting on Jack's knee as the meeting officially began.

THE END